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My brain is a very weird place, sometimes...
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010 11:24 amHad one of those, "WTF, Brain??" dreams this morning.
I have no idea why my brain induced me to dream about high school soccer, and a distant town with a massive fireworks factory that blew up and threw fire trucks around like toys, or why I was standing in the middle of the soccer field, fending off those fire trucks with my amazing super kinetic powers of doom. Of course, the previous sentence makes about as much sense as my dream did.
Makes me wonder if it's going to be setting the tone for the day.
O_o!
It's probably because I'm somewhat anxious about Christmas. In some ways, I'm looking forward to it, and in other ways, not so much. I love being around my family, most of the time, as long as it's not for too long (two days is about my saturation point). Beyond those two days, I have a very hard time hanging on to my patience. Not that we're going to be there for more than a day, if we can help it. Maybe stay the night, but I don't know. The Husbandly One and the Blonde Sister know better than to put me and Scary Niece in the same house for more than six hours, and definitely not overnight!
I'm dreading another situation like the one I witnessed over Thanksgiving, and this time, I won't be so polite about it. Because seriously, y'all, that totally pissed me off. I know I didn't post much more than to mention some unpleasantness had happened, but you know, if it happens again, I'll do more than "voice my disapproval." I'll call the damn cops.
Yeah. That's probably the reason for the stupid, doesn't make sense, dream of exploding doom.
Ugh. Time to go outside and do some nice, hard, physical work to diffuse my tension. Wreak havoc on the wildly untrimmed hedges and rip out the squirrel planted pecan treelets, and hackberry sprouts in the garden. Woo.
I have no idea why my brain induced me to dream about high school soccer, and a distant town with a massive fireworks factory that blew up and threw fire trucks around like toys, or why I was standing in the middle of the soccer field, fending off those fire trucks with my amazing super kinetic powers of doom. Of course, the previous sentence makes about as much sense as my dream did.
Makes me wonder if it's going to be setting the tone for the day.
O_o!
It's probably because I'm somewhat anxious about Christmas. In some ways, I'm looking forward to it, and in other ways, not so much. I love being around my family, most of the time, as long as it's not for too long (two days is about my saturation point). Beyond those two days, I have a very hard time hanging on to my patience. Not that we're going to be there for more than a day, if we can help it. Maybe stay the night, but I don't know. The Husbandly One and the Blonde Sister know better than to put me and Scary Niece in the same house for more than six hours, and definitely not overnight!
I'm dreading another situation like the one I witnessed over Thanksgiving, and this time, I won't be so polite about it. Because seriously, y'all, that totally pissed me off. I know I didn't post much more than to mention some unpleasantness had happened, but you know, if it happens again, I'll do more than "voice my disapproval." I'll call the damn cops.
Yeah. That's probably the reason for the stupid, doesn't make sense, dream of exploding doom.
Ugh. Time to go outside and do some nice, hard, physical work to diffuse my tension. Wreak havoc on the wildly untrimmed hedges and rip out the squirrel planted pecan treelets, and hackberry sprouts in the garden. Woo.
